I HAVE nothing but good will for the fine people of New Jersey. But tonight around the Meadowlands I pray that the Supreme Being visits a plague on that small area of the Garden State.

I hope it rains rats and raccoons. I hope there will be snow like Alaska, I hope that every car parked there gets into a fender bender and all the insurance companies for the drivers take a powder to Brazil.

Because tonight, at a rock concert there, society will get an awful ravaging, and what will be the sound of music is the sound of an indecent echo.

At that rock concert will be the very popular bands, Rage Against the Machine, Bad Religion and the Beastie Boys, who, Father forgive them, know not what they do.

They will be performing at a defense-fund benefit for a man called Mumia Abu-Jamal, who is alive while good people in Colombia die over mother nature’s anger.

This cockroach in Philadelphia, the city of Brotherly Love, on Dec. 9, 1981 at 13th Street, shot Officer Danny Faulkner, 25, in the back, then blew half his face off.

Mumia Abu-Jamal has been sentenced to death and exhausted all appeals. He was proven guilty in the most dramatically even-handed way.

Then a bunch of crazed liberals turned him not only into a celebrity, but also the victim.

“I used to bounce young Danny on my knee,” said Officer Jim McDevitt, 53, of the Fraternal Order of Policeman. “I grew up with his brother, Tommy, who was a cop.”

Officer McDevitt is not an emotional guy but his throat wasn’t all that clear: “Ever since he was a kid, all Danny wanted to be was a cop like his brother.”

You know a cop: someone who protects us, take abuses from any bunch of whacko liberals and then dies for the privilege.

Now this snake Mumia Abu-Jamal not only gets celebrated by the Hollywood establishment – now ain’t that a surprise – but he gets rock bands to mount a money machine for his wages of sin.

I am told the concert is sold out in the indoor stadium. So while rain, sleet or snow won’t dampen the audience, I hope mother nature will drench them, freeze them, before they get there.

I also hope, because this is the season, a lot of New Jersey cops have the flu tonight. There is a lot of flu going around and if the cops aren’t there then the rock bands will have to take whatever happens.

Veteran cop Orlando Rodriguez, treasurer of the New Jersey State Lodge of the Fraternal Order of Policeman, told me: “We took an oath, we will be there. But it won’t be a nice taste in our mouth.”

Maureen Faulkner was 24 when former Black Panther Abu-Jamal, that aberration of humanity, ended her 13-month marriage to Danny with the laughing face.

She was speaking last night from an undisclosed location because she fears Mumia’s vermin-tainted supporters.

“I haven’t slept all week just thinking about what will happen Thursday night,” she told me. “If I give the rock bands the benefit of the doubt, I would have to say they don’t know why they are there.

“But I was on the Howard Stern show debating lead guitarist for Rage Against the Machine, Tom Morello, who said he believes Mumia Abu-Jamal is innocent.”

Now that lead guitarist hadn’t reached puberty when bullets tore into Danny’s face.

“He couldn’t answer me. But I have received 800 e-mails, mainly from fans of the Beastie Boys who said they had no idea where the money was going. And they said they were ripping up their tickets.

“If that lead guitarist is so convinced of this man’s innocence then why doesn’t he just give this terrible human money out of his own pocket rather than what appears to be duping his fans.”

I will not tell you where Maureen is because Mumia Abu-Jamal who has 40 pages on his Web site, has his own radio show from death row and has a lawyer traveling the world protesting the bum’s innocence, has followers who are evil bastards.

Said Jim McDevitt, “In the summer of 1995 when this creature’s last appeal was denied on overwhelming evidence of eye witnesses, one of his supporters actually spat in Maureen’s face.”

That supporter suddenly got a broken jaw.

Officer McDevitt doesn’t know who did it.

Tonight is an awful commentary on how far we have fallen.

Rain, snow on that tiny area in New Jersey, with all apologies to those good people who live there. R.I.P. Danny, if you can.